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Lend a helping hand - CIP at Beacon |
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Darren. You're gonna grow up all nice. |
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We never forget jump shots. |
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I see you. |
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No, not under there. |
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Nothing but footprints left behind. <3 Sharm |
Monday, 20 June 2011
Memories of June~
Saturday, 4 June 2011
OBS~
It's been awhile since OBS, but I think it's time I write about it. Currently, I'm suffering from the annoying OBS blues. I'm missing it badly, I feel like going back, I want to sleep in a tent, yadayadayada. Did I forget to mention the fact that I'm kind of...suffering? Actually, it's the same thing almost every student will feel as they come and go. Some might not have had as much fun as I did, but for me, I definitely had an experience of a lifetime. I honestly have no idea what the exact cause of my blues are, but there's one thing I know, and that's the fact that OBS has changed my life.
On day one, bluntly putting it, Amundsen was a sad, lifeless group - the faces of my group members looked like they were absolutely reluctant to leave the addicting comfort of their bed at home. It was an abomination to the outdoors and to our instructor Nicholas. He tried very hard, to get us together, to get us to talk, but we made him say this one same thing multiple times after looking at our faces and hearing the awkward and utter silence. Oh, his famous sentence was - "Yall look like you want to die like that." For that, I think I might have to apologize. No no, cancel the "think" part. He really deserves an apology.
This made me think that camp was going to suck, but things started to take a turn for the better at around day three. We were getting used to the discomfort in the tents, the outdoor cooking, meaning the toothpaste applying, the mess tin washing, the belaying, the climbing, the constant application of mosquito repellent and sunblock, the heat, Nicholas and his quotes and Ah Seng stories, the corny jokes, the bad habits and of course, everything the wild had to "offer". We tried things we never tried, we talked to people we never talked to and most of all, we created memories.
I can still remember the belay calls. I can still remember the name of our soup. I can still remember the stars in the night sky. I can still remember the messy store. I can still remember the insane, no-one-except for Nicholas and Yu Han-can-climb rock wall. I can still remember the only clean toilet in OBS (which was not so clean after a couple days). I can still remember the digestive biscuits. I can still remember the lightning splash. I can still remember the orange peels and the apple cores. Okay, you know what? Basically, I've not forgotten a single memory that OBS has given me. That's the thing.
Oh, my personal favourite? Day four's lunchtime. Sure, it was simple, but nothing beats being huddled under one roof with practically 16 of the damn fifteen kilo backpacks blocking the way. We laughed, we ate, we talked (Nicholas, don't think I don't know what you said when I wanted to throw my apple), we discovered YY eats apple cores and don't even get me started on the prunes, and that weird ass insect. Actually, I loved the whole of day four. Sure, it made you want to jump off a roof and die, but at the end of it, it gave me an experience of a lifetime. How many of us can say that we trekked eight hours in the forest and made it possible? Before OBS, none. After OBS, hell, everybody.
<3 Sharm
On day one, bluntly putting it, Amundsen was a sad, lifeless group - the faces of my group members looked like they were absolutely reluctant to leave the addicting comfort of their bed at home. It was an abomination to the outdoors and to our instructor Nicholas. He tried very hard, to get us together, to get us to talk, but we made him say this one same thing multiple times after looking at our faces and hearing the awkward and utter silence. Oh, his famous sentence was - "Yall look like you want to die like that." For that, I think I might have to apologize. No no, cancel the "think" part. He really deserves an apology.
This made me think that camp was going to suck, but things started to take a turn for the better at around day three. We were getting used to the discomfort in the tents, the outdoor cooking, meaning the toothpaste applying, the mess tin washing, the belaying, the climbing, the constant application of mosquito repellent and sunblock, the heat, Nicholas and his quotes and Ah Seng stories, the corny jokes, the bad habits and of course, everything the wild had to "offer". We tried things we never tried, we talked to people we never talked to and most of all, we created memories.
I can still remember the belay calls. I can still remember the name of our soup. I can still remember the stars in the night sky. I can still remember the messy store. I can still remember the insane, no-one-except for Nicholas and Yu Han-can-climb rock wall. I can still remember the only clean toilet in OBS (which was not so clean after a couple days). I can still remember the digestive biscuits. I can still remember the lightning splash. I can still remember the orange peels and the apple cores. Okay, you know what? Basically, I've not forgotten a single memory that OBS has given me. That's the thing.
Oh, my personal favourite? Day four's lunchtime. Sure, it was simple, but nothing beats being huddled under one roof with practically 16 of the damn fifteen kilo backpacks blocking the way. We laughed, we ate, we talked (Nicholas, don't think I don't know what you said when I wanted to throw my apple), we discovered YY eats apple cores and don't even get me started on the prunes, and that weird ass insect. Actually, I loved the whole of day four. Sure, it made you want to jump off a roof and die, but at the end of it, it gave me an experience of a lifetime. How many of us can say that we trekked eight hours in the forest and made it possible? Before OBS, none. After OBS, hell, everybody.
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Rock wall of terror makes a good background. Guess where I am? |
<3 Sharm
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